Half an hour later.
Showered and sitting on the edge of my bed, I glare at the silver nokia resting in the palm of my hand. I'm still not sure what to think, I mean, the guy could quite possibly be insane. Too bad insanity doesn't cross out yummy-ness. Heaving a sigh, I clench my hand around the phone and shuffle on the black coloured duvett. Should I discard it as drunken mistake? I'm not gonna lie to you, it's happened before, many times.
Finally having the guts, I flip open the mobile and scroll through my contacts in search for... shit, I have no idea who I'm gonna call. Not the police, the bastards would most likely put me on hold for half an hour, call me in and drag me to an asylum for the emotionally unstable. Not Chris... after the little stunt I pulled tonight, I think I'll just leave him alone. Scrolling down the list, I find an unfamilar number.
"Who the heck?" I mumble, finger paused over the lit screen. Furrowing my brow in confusion, I read the newly added name aloud, testing it on my tongue.
"Lewis Brennon." I mutter, blowing the loose strands of raven black hair dangling on my forhead. That sneaky son of a bitch. Shaking my head, I quickly change the name to 'Perve Boy' and press the call button. He better pick up.
"That was quick." His deep voice drawls down the phone. "Thought it would take you longer, so Caitlyn, what would you like to know?"
"You know, you're being a complete dick for someone who's supposed to 'help me'." I bite out, pacing the length of my bedroom. "But, I want to know everything." I grumble, kicking off my silk slippers and flopping onto my mattress.
"So I've heard." He answers, rather amused. "Meet me at Cyanide in half an hour." He grudgingly says down the phone, before disconnecting. Jerk.
Hurriedly, I whip off the bed and pull on a grey sweater and a pair of skinny jeans. I must be insane if I'm agreeing to this shit, I haven't got the slightest clue on who he is... except his name. That might not actually be his actual name, it could be some kind of alias like Lewis Carroll. If so, Alice is about to go straight down the rabbit hole to Kansas baby.
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